The Lack Of Work Destroys People.

Death Will Be A Great Relief. No More Interviews.

As For Me, Prizes Are Nothing. My Prize Is My Work.

People Have Grown Fond Of Me, Like Some Old Building.

Cold Sober, I Find Myself Absolutely Fascinating.

Why Slap Them On The Wrist With Feather When You Can Belt Them Over The Head With A Sledgehammer.